Zargon, Week 12During the day, Eris has been almost a model teenager, making straight A's and working on her requirements as the heir in a dynasty.
Thanks to her job as a barista, she's been able to help her mother figure out how to use the espresso machine.
And she's continued developing her skill as a mixologist.
Eris has also made a few trips to Sixam, to pick up geodes.
And she completed her collection not long ago.
But Luthor and Rhonda have become aware of a few cracks in her facade her "experiments" with a voodoo doll, for example.
And then there's the maniacal laugh she inherited from her grandmother.
One night she caused them serious concern by disappearing for a few hours. "It was alien night at the bar," she explained later.
"I didn't
do anything. I was just hoping to meet some other aliens. I didn't drink anything, although I did mix a few drinks for some customers.
"But I'll tell you there was someone there who shouldn't have been that woman who killed poor Xarelto. And I don't know who was looking after her kid while she was there," Eris concluded virtuously.
But Eris's parents didn't know about her alter-ego, Resi Granzo. She'd lately found an unusual form of enjoyment clogging drains.
Since the Oirats were no longer in contention, she left them alone. But Dahlia Baird was fair game.
And so was the new house belonging to Marigold.
Early Saturday morning, Eris awoke in a strange place.
She didn't know how she got here.
The last thing she remembered was making friends with Candy Behr -- practically the only person she'd met who didn't recoil in horror upon finding out she was an alien.
She'd been at a party...and dancing...
"Hello, Sunshine!" a person with a very loud voice boomed at her. "Did you have a good night in our little holding cell?"
"No," said Eris. "I want to go home."
"Well, here's the problem," said the guard. "You happen to match the description of someone who's been charged with vandalism by Dahlia Baird, Cassandra Goth, and the staff at Bathe de Rill. You also are alleged to be the person who assaulted Advil Oirat. Added to all that, you're a little young to be frequenting the Pan Europa.
"Lucky for you, you're a minor, so you'll be put on probation. By the way, we confiscated your homework we didn't want the other prisoners getting jealous. So as soon as you give us your parents' phone number, we'll call them and have them come pick you up."
"And if I don't want you to notify my parents?" Eris asked.
"Then you're stuck here until you do," said the guard.
Eris soon discovered that prison was boring. She tried to make the time pass with exercising, but doing sit-ups got old fast.
It was Saturday, and outside the sun was shining. Everyone else was enjoying the day, meeting friends in the park, playing darts...she didn't even have a book to read. She didn't even have homework. It was all too unfair.
"Okay," she finally told the guard. "You can call them."
"No need to," said the guard. "They showed up a few minutes ago, frantic because their darling daughter has been missing for twelve hours."
"Great!" said Eris. "I can't wait to get out of here."
"Just a minute," said the guard. "If you're planning on joining the criminal career and I'm pretty sure you are you'd better know that we'll be watching you. We've got plenty of snitches and it'll be only a matter of time before one of them drops a dime on you. So if you're smart, you'll look for some other line of endeavor."
